Stronger Novels & Stories

She nodded once. And something between us that had been pulling tight for weeks settled into a different shape entirely. Not softer. Stronger. The kind of thing that didn't bend under pressure. The kind that held.

I feel more more and more pressure and power being pushing against the door , how ever I stand my ground and push back. “Fucking hell…how fucking…strong are you?!” I hear one of the guys say , through grinded teeth. “ I am the strongest bitch you will ever know – now bring it on , I can do this all fucking night you pussy” I growl out to them. I feel them push even harder , yet I am still standing strong. I feel a sense of pride wash over me , yet I can not relish in it as I am trying my hardest to safe me. I feel the power that they put in to pushing the door , slowly begin to fade. I feel a relief as even I was getting a bit tired.

With each blow suffered, we stand up stronger, strengthened by the determination to protect everything we love. "You'll never win, villain!" I scream, my voice full of conviction. "We are stronger than you ever imagined. And we are united by the strength of affection and friendship. Nothing can break that." The confrontation intensifies, the battle reaching its climax. Each blow, each strategy is executed with precision and resolution. We are pushed to our limits, but the determination in our hearts only grows. The alpha wolf inside Randall awakens, releasing a primal energy that merges with his desire to protect me and defeat L

she quickly said and bent her head in sincerity awaiting her fate. "Oh! So you want to push me down?" He asked and she immediately perceived the stench of alcohol. It was not as though she was surprised because she expected it, but the influence on him that day, was stronger than she had ever seen before. She was too petrified to even make eye contacts with him. His deep yet steady and quite coherent voice rang through. His dark skin and evenly crafted lips of black and pink parting danced about as words flew out from his mouth.

They were both sweating so much but he kept going while he’s still filled with desire. Alena thought she could try and dominate him, but she was wrong. He was much stronger than she expected, too domineering and unstoppable. He made her turn every which way and took her in various positions. Who knew he knows so many positions she never tried before? She can only accept everything he has to give, mainly pleasure. Christan was indeed feeling more emotions that night. The thought of her getting engaged to someone else made things clearer to him. He wants her. He needs her. She’s his. He wanted her to know that. He’s making sure she’d want no other man.

"You insolent dog. Drag her to the courtyard and give her a good beating! After that, throw her out!" Several strong men went up to Mary, grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out. She screamed in pain, only to receive punches and kicks in response.

, Just then Lanna stepped forward "Hey, your right, and if I remember right they had one of the smaller packs, but you are forgetting the prophecy, you, Acre, Desert and Ocean are the answer, your strengths together are whats needed at the end of everything it doesn't matter how many each side have what matters is your love and strength as one". We all spend the rest of the afternoon hanging around waiting for our grandparents to arrive,

I slam my fist down on the table, producing a giant fissure through the wood. Fiona's eyes widen at my strength, as do my own. I stare up at Kol and Kaden, who are flanking me. "What the hell?" I hiss. Kol smirks, "there are a few reasons.. One being, your mate is an Alpha so you become stronger. And two, when you're angry, through our connections, you take our anger also. This gives you more strength than either one of us." I open my mouth, "I'm stronger? Than? You? Two?"

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

He took a step back, watching her stricken face. Her legs shook as she struggled to stand on her own, her knees felt weak, her hands weakly tried to hold on to the slippery wall, failing. But more prominently, she realised, the throb in between her legs was most weakening, distracting.